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New Year 2017

Here we are in a new year!

It’s 2017! How amazing is that? 

We survived…

Another year of parenting our beautiful children. The babies,  school agers, preteens and teenagers. 

Tantrums, tears, runny noses, boo boos, rebellion, little spills, big messes, sibling fights and the temporary loss of your sanity…on a fairly consistent  basis.

We did it.

…and now we get to do it again for another year.

Stop crying and get a glass…I’ll get the wine. 

Happy new year! 🙂

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Another One Out!

Attention! Baby Girl lost the other front tooth!  I repeat…the other tooth is out!
Never mind how cute she looks and the fact that she lisps when she talks (Omg…it’s so cute!)
Let’s focus on the financial strain this child is placing on the…um…Tooth  Fairy.
Have you no compassion?
Where’s the nearest ATM?
In case the Tooth Fairy wants to know…of course.

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I Quit

To whom it may concern,

Please take this letter as my official two weeks notice. I hereby resign from my position as mom, mommy,  mama, problem solver, janitor, advisor, wife and keeper of everyone’s sanity.
I will be taking a well deserved month long vacation to recuperate. Please do not offer me a better salary as no amount of money can tempt me to continue to convince, cajole, cry and chastise. I will no longer kiss boo boos, soothe disappointments and referee squabbles. I am through scrubbing up stains,  picking up toys and locating lost items that are really really needed at the last minute. I quit I tell you. I will not succumb to wet kisses, strong hugs, precocious smiles and ‘I love you’. I’m sorry but I am thoroughly immune to all attempts to get me to remain in this position. I will be vacating my present accommodations in a timely manner after I snuggle with two very cute children (aka my daughters). However do not take this for a sign of weakness. I’m really leaving this time. I mean it.

Yours truly,
Tired, fed up mom

P.s. just hold onto this for the next time I pack it in.

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Back to School 2015

Two more sleeps until school starts…
Two more sleeps until my children are back to a routine
Two more sleeps until I can stop spending cases of money to keep them occupied
Two more sleeps people!
Are they prepared?
Who cares?!
I sure am!

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The Diva

I can’t believe it’s March already.
That means just over a month until the Diva’s birthday once again.
Eight years old!
Soccer, basketball, Pokemon and video games.
A little pink is now acceptable and a little nail polish is desired.
No dresses but skirts are okay.
Still loves her running shoes but would like a pair of dress shoes for special occasions.
No barbie dolls except when she is playing with her sister.
She can belch like a boy (sigh) but sing that damn Frozen song with the best of them.
She’s got swagger and she’s still my baby.

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Well, Baby girl is 3 ½ years old and she is as tricky as she is cute. I think of her as my little Minnie Mouse. Her voice goes up an octave at the end of each sentence or question. She scrunches up her nose when I say something that she doesn’t understand…like why she can’t have a lollipop at 7am.

She’s almost as quick as her sister with the comebacks. For example…

A few weeks ago we went out for lunch with Nana after gymnastics. As we enjoyed our food Baby girl was in a very talkative mood and spent more time talking than eating. At one point I said to her, “Okay, enough talking Missy Chatty, Chatty.” She immediately responded “Okay, Miss Coffee, Coffee!”

Ahem….I quietly sipped my coffee after that. My mother didn’t make a very good effort at hiding her smirk.

Very nice Nana….!

But she’s the sweetest thing most of the time. I get endless hugs and kisses whenever I ask. She offers to help in the kitchen and in the laundry room. She eats all of her fruits and veggies without arguing unlike her big sis. That reminds me of one day last week when she requested strawberries as her snack. Well, I was in the kitchen washing dishes and actually forgot to give them to her. That sweet little thing came into the kitchen and said….

Old woman…where are my strawberries?”

She had the smile of an angel…sigh.

Yes…I’m sure she’s only 3 ½. I was there when she was born.

Gotta love my Baby girl!

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So…my Diva girl will be seven in a few months. But apparently that is actually 17 in kid years!!! Seriously, I wonder sometimes who this child of mine is. The attitude, the quick come backs, rolling of the eyes and quick temper. The girl gives me one raised eyebrow and the hand on hip pose; then we have the arms folded and the “I’m not your friend” phase. There are the “I just can’t stop crying!” episodes and also the ‘I don’t care’ stare downs (even though she really does!).

Some of you that know me, might try to imply that those are some of my qualities and/or behaviours, and to that I say….

We’re not talking about me right now, okay?

As I was saying, Diva girl is growing so quickly it really is scary sometimes. I sat in her room the other day remembering how it felt to hold her as a newborn and all of the uncertainty that I had as she wriggled around on my chest trying to find her comfort spot; or the love I felt when she grabbed my finger and held on for dear life. We were 2 people with no idea of the direction we needed to take, we just knew we would take it together.

Well, I think I change my mind. Yup, this kid is gonna have to get her own place or something, because one of us is about to lose their mind. Judging by the yelling, crying and tantrums…I think the neighbours would say it’s me!

Last Wednesday: time for school but no one wanted to get up (except when both Diva and Baby girl got up at 3 am and came into my room), so I decided to turn on the radio and get everyone’s juices flowing. They both love music so this is usually a sure way to get the day started. So on goes the radio and I’m dancing and waking everyone up. I start a conga line to the bathroom so they can brush their teeth…

It was a conga line of 1! There is sudden silence…

That cheeky bugger turned off the radio and pulled the blanket over her head! Now that is something that I would have done (and most certainly did) in my teen years. Baby girl was still snoring at this point and I had to shake my head and laugh…

Then I started yelling.

Okay fine, it was a mild raising of the voice to get them moving with loving words of encouragement.

Geez…!  ; )

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Sometimes I feel like a failure as a mom. I lost my temper with my six year old this evening. She is stubborn and rebellious and has an answer for everything and when she doesn’t get her way she cries. But as I finally said goodnight to her tears came to my eyes as I wondered what I was doing wrong. Why did I feel like I was in battle instead of interacting with my child? She is as beautiful as she is stubborn and as kind as she is rebellious. She is super intelligent and has as many questions as she has answers for everything. She laughs so much and so hard as much as she cries when she doesn’t get her own way.
Some days I feel as if I’m doing everything wrong and then other days I can see in her words or actions the lessons that she is learning. It’s exhausting and tonight is one of those that makes me feel like throwing in the towel. But that feeling won’t last long, especially as I check on her and her sister as they sleep and say a silent prayer of protection and thanks for allowing me to be the mother of these two beings.
I’m exhausted but I’m blessed.
Tomorrow is a new day…whatever messes I made today I hope to clean up tomorrow.

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It’s March Break here in Ontario and Diva girl gets to spend the entire week with Nana. Baby girl is still in daycare but Nana and her sister pick her up early this week so that she gets some time with Nana too.

That’s only fair.

Of course, I am happy to not have to shell out any extra money for camps or classes to keep Diva girl busy.

YAY for Nana!

They asked if they could have a sleep over at Nana’s and I had absolutely no problem with that!

I mean really? Some ‘me’ time without fighting, noise, crying and chaos?

What’s not to love?

So why am I puttering around the house finding reasons to go into their rooms to straighten up and calling them to find out why no one’s called me in the last 2 hours to say ‘hi’?

Is it possible that I miss my babies? The noise, the chaos, the yelling and the mess?

I think I actually do…


SHHHHH……don’t tell anyone!

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What do you do when your child is under attack by another child?

Okay, so attack is a strong word…

But really, when you are teaching your child to respect others and follow the rules and then they come home to tell you that there is a child that picks on them or hits them or is mean to them on almost a daily or weekly basis….WHAT DO YOU DO?

When I was a kid, the choices were simple. My mother would be in the principal’s office before the morning bell rang the very next day. The principal would get an earful about not protecting her daughter, and the teacher would be drilled to the ‘Nth’ degree as to why she would let something like that happen. Then I would be required to take her down the hall or into the playground to show her the culprit and she would give them THE LOOK and that was the extra strength edition that meant “You crossed the line, kid!”

Oh yeah….my mom was that mom!

Diva girl has had run-ins with other kids since her days in daycare which is normal of course, as these little ones start to learn about respecting personal space, sharing and ‘using their words’ to express their feelings. Every incident is upsetting to her and always tugs at my heart. Now that she’s older and in school, it makes me angry and concerned when I hear that another child has hit her or bothered her in some way. Her father and I have both talked to her about choosing kids who play nicely as her friends and speaking up for herself and telling the teacher when she is feeling ‘bullied’.

The thing with my kid is….everyone wants to be her friend!

The Good, the Bad and the Bully!!!!!  (Thought I was gonna say something else, huh?)

Diva girl has always been a part of the group. Her group has always consisted of mostly boys and maybe one or two other girls. But she has always played hard and fast in the playground. The running joke in her daycare was that she needed her own incident report journal because there was never a week (and sometimes day) where myself or her father didn’t have to initial the page that detailed the accident she had while she was outside. When I’d ask her what happened, it usually started out with “I was running and…”

So she’s always played with lots of boys and they love playing with her because she can run as fast as they can and she is not afraid to climb, jump or roll as high or hard.

Sigh…doesn’t help the laundry situation, let me tell ya!

But being part of this group also leaves her a target to some aggressive behaviour and tough as she may sound, she is a very kind person and she’s not a fighter…AT ALL.  She can talk back like nobody’s business and she will not back down from an argument, but she also has not grasped the concept of defending herself from kids that forget to ‘keep their hands to themselves’. In daycare and school she has been taught to work through conflict with words and peaceful alternatives. Okay, I get that…and as her parents, we have always taught her to respect others.

But I’m her mom and when some kid walks up to her and punches her in the stomach or tries to bite  her….????

Ummm…..a hug or a high five isn’t really what’s crossed my mind.

Know what I mean?


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